Meng Juntong stepped into this white mist world, which was a dream battlefield she had created, specially prepared for the Drought Fish.

Before the white fog receded, snowflakes began to fall in the sky again, accompanied by the north wind howling, the snow fell more and more, and soon there was a grand scene of snow drifting in the world.

The drought is the nature of fire and soil, Meng Juntong exchanges fog for water and gas, and the heavy snow presses the soil.

In the heavy snow, a lonely figure stood silently.

No snowflake could fall on her shoulders, as if she were standing at the center of the world.

The woman never opened her eyes, silently feeling everything in the dream world.

The Qingfeng sword in Meng Juntong's hand has been slowly unsheathed, she is only ten steps away from the woman at the moment, and it is directly behind her, with her swordsmanship, within ten steps, she can take a person's life in an instant, but she has not stabbed this sword for a long time.

"Dream art, I didn't expect that I would have the opportunity to meet people from Shaohua City. Drought slowly turned around and looked at Meng Juntong, as if he knew she was standing there from the beginning.

The previous feeling was right, Meng Juntong was glad that he didn't stab that sword, otherwise it would be likely to be controlled later.

On the other hand, she was surprised that the drought had recognized her dream technique.

Although there were only ten steps between the two, the fog was so thick that it was impossible to see beyond five steps, and nothing could be seen at all after ten steps.

The dartle stretched out her hand and gently caught a falling snowflake, looking at the crystal clear thin ice flakes, the woman smiled slightly: "Yes, this dream simulacrum is close to the substance, it seems that it has reached the fourfold illusion realm, right?" After speaking, she looked at Meng Juntong, as if the vast white mist did not exist at all.

Meng Juntong pointed at the tip of his sword, and the mist between the two quickly dissipated like ice and snow melting.

"Have you seen our Shaohua people?" Knowing the dream technique, of course, it is that he has intersected with the people of Shaohua Dream City, and since ancient times, each generation of Shaohua people has entered the WTO to accumulate merits, and it is normal to know some people and leave some deeds, but what Meng Juntong doesn't know is that the predecessor who got acquainted with the drought is a good fate or a bad fate.

Dry Fish didn't answer Meng Juntong's question, but beckoned at Meng Juntong: "You set this dream for me, let me see if you can defeat me here." ”

This is a discord is about to be done, Meng Juntong did not hesitate for too long, outside Xue Ding They were still suppressed by the enchantment, and Meng Juntong was also worried that it would have some unnecessary effects on them after a long time.

"Then I'll be offended," Qingfeng's sword stabbed out, and Meng Juntong slashed out with a frontal sword, and his speed suddenly increased to the extreme, just a flickering kung fu, and the tip of the sword had already reached the throat of the jade neck of the dry woman.

The woman was unhurried and raised her hand and fingers to flick Meng Juntong's sword body.

This seems to be neither light nor heavy, but it shocked Meng Juntong's tiger mouth and hurt, and it was obvious that no Qingfeng sword fell out of his hand.

With such strength when she shot at will, where did Meng Juntong dare to take it lightly, and immediately turned the blade of the sword, and at the same time summoned the fog again, although she was not sure if this celestial phenomenon would have an impact on the drought fish.

The drough woman carried her hands behind her back, letting the fog rise and fall, not caring at all.

"Even if I don't use the magic power of surgery, you may not be able to defeat me with martial arts alone. Do you know what the realm of martial arts was during my lifetime?"

Meng Juntong's heart was a little heavy, in this dream, there were many things that she could evolve and block, but she just couldn't affect the other party itself.

Martial arts alone can defeat me, Meng Juntong looked down at the Qingfeng Sword in his palm, and couldn't help but feel a little angry in his heart, this feeling of being underestimated is really terrible.

On the other hand, she was angry at when she had become a little cautious. Is it because you are facing a master who is stronger than yourself, you have to be timid?

Thinking that his mother was in front of Shaohua Pavilion, she could face the adoptive mother of the sword fairy with a Qingfeng sword, and she was still indomitable, fighting for a little life in that situation of death and no life, what were you afraid of, could you not be afraid of death.

Thinking of this, Meng Juntong clenched his fists tightly, the howling north wind stopped, the snowflakes in the sky melted, and the vast fog should be dispersed, leaving only a pure and snow-white world.

The drought woman had a smile on her face that didn't have any warmth: "I'm going to give up." ”

Meng Juntong wiped two fingers over the blade of Qingfeng Sword: "I want to defeat you head-on." ”

The drought girl was stunned at first, and then laughed: "Little girl, you are not crazy. You people in Shaohua City are so demented. ”

Meng Juntong didn't talk nonsense with her, his left foot was fierce, his body suddenly rushed forward, and the Qingfeng Sword in his right hand stabbed straight at the drought woman.

The Dry Devil woman stopped laughing and raised her palm to prepare to take Meng Juntong's sword.

But the sword that Meng Juntong stabbed out changed direction abruptly, her right foot used her strength to draw a big arc on the ground, the stabbing became slippery and slashed, and the blade of the sword slashed through the neck of the dry woman in an instant, leaving a faint blood mark on the snow-white jade neck.

The drought woman reached out and gently touched the blood stain, her expression was a little strange: "What a fast sword." ”

Meng Juntong gasped, trying to calm the boiling true qi in her body, the sword just now, she forcibly transferred the sword qi, and used the fastest speed, almost pulling the qi of her body onto the sword blade, although this was exchanged for an extremely fast sword, but it also greatly consumed her origin true qi.

But in the next moment, the blood mark on the neck of the drought-stricken woman actually healed and disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Unfortunately, it's still a little bit off. "Your swordsmanship is against the living, if you want to kill me, you have to stab here," she reached out and tapped the center of her forehead, which was where the Purple Mansion Lingtai was located.

"Girl, you're still a little too tender, have you forgotten, this dream is still my dream after all, and where is my dream from you, even if you are a dream weaver, it's the same. ”

As soon as she spoke, there was an instant earthquake in this snow-white world, and after the sky collapsed, the scene changed, and Meng Juntong found that she had been trapped in the sea of red refining fire.

It was indeed a miscalculation, this was the first time Meng Juntong had used the dream realm as a battlefield to fight with people, and he had no experience in this area before.

She actually ignored that once the other party realized that she was in a dream, she would have most of the control of the dream, and in her dream, she was the real master, who could change the world and turn the clouds and rain.